Into The Trees – Calibretto 13 – letras

there in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wingor white lung, when your well will you staysince there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduringwhich one does endure4 walls of day: and that aloneno empty hallway for you bearing the100 bright light blocking doors of luckand here in the favor of life i willcontrive no device against expectation, only announcei have learned to respect the color yellowby cum and by eggand laid low into creaturethencast out in the one cold of all names.